The chimes upon the arbor
Are set to ring!
Harken, all ye peoples -
Hear them sing:
Harbingers of storms
Of wanton weather
Of rebel winds burst free
From nature's tether.
Wreathed in tinkling charms
Like the beads which
Entangle 'round the neck
Of a jungle witch.
Tinkling in no rhythm
In no rhyme
Keeping track of neither
Tune nor time.
A sound that turns your head
And makes you think
You saw a fairie flicker
Or flower wink.
A sensation wraps
Around you eerily
As though you were watched
By eyes you cannot see.
The chimes are softly clinking
Such eerie striking song
Like gnomic voices speaking
Or a clatt'ring fairie throng.
I've always loved the sound of the chimes....and I have fairy circles in my path...loved the poem...Vallerie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Am glad that I chanced upon this poem....Its has an ethereal quality that gently tinkles your mind. Great work. TO